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[Featuring: CL Smooth] |
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[verse: CL Smooth] |
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(yeah, DJ Krush in the house, the car-mel kingpin |
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CL Smooth and only the strong survive) |
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actual facts |
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the ghetto reacts to warfare |
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real bullets miss you by your hair |
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survival of the fittest |
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hell for the three time losers |
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the prisoners of enemy manuvers |
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hold down the fort |
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coz life is short enough to get it taken |
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forsaken when your mental planes' breakin |
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concealin' a 4 pound with every area |
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we surround coz clown |
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I get down for my crown |
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take it to the streets for the |
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honour and respect |
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connect the lethal |
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plus my young guns are unbeatable |
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aiding and abetting the foul |
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is a violation |
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that's why my retalliation |
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is premeditation |
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the invitation |
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is to run with a crew you can't do |
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and too great to infiltrate from a |
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nickel plate |
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I state |
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this be the illest ever known on a rush |
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swervin' with the krush |
| [2nd verse: CL Smooth] |
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slip into the world of shiesty individuals |
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a troubled man stalked by criminals |
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creeping through the city |
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I step on the block to chat with |
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thugs from all the drugs for fatcat |
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stepping off the set now hand on my tool |
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thinking how bad I want to flip on that fool |
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times are wasting |
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chasing these punks for petty loot |
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when there is a real mission to execute |
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I put the plan in effect |
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forget what you heard |
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when you get the word from 1st and 3rd |
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for real I got the fam and all my soldiers to feed |
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with the gunslingers on the block puffin' weed |
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envision the prison that I walk through |
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leaving any witness |
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when I'm about to handle my business |
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no escape from the duct tape and artillery |
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now tell me big man |
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where's the money aint a damn thing funny |
| [3rd verse: CL Smooth] |
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cops play for medals |
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killers play for corners |
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in the middle are your sons and are |
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your daughters |
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who gives the orders |
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to chaos and mayhem |
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who has the proper guidance and mind to save them |
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from this cold world of heartless ghetto dwellers, |
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pimps, prostitutes, and dope sellers |
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strive to be the lead and not follow |
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ladies |
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you can be the queens of tommorrow |
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dig it, I want all that and more |
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for my peeps in the stuggle |
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food, clothing, and shelter |
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is essential |
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to maintain the hardcore from the soft |
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that pushed me to the edge but I can't fall off |
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my battlegrounds keep the sound of babies crying, |
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gunshots, and cursing |
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can you feel my reel |
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here's the deal |
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by any means necessary |
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go all out |
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and keep this alive |
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coz only the strong survive |
